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I'm driving alone in an old car. No radio and twelve hours worth of dense snow. I've taken to drinking again. Longing for God knows what. All these dead men whose names I remember have become like apo...
Posted by effort. on Tue, 29 Jan 2008 06:54:00 PST |
Domestic |
I open the letter and fall to the ground. Tonight I'll sleep alone
Posted by effort. on Sat, 20 Oct 2007 07:30:00 PST |
Domestic |
Respite is at it's end. I cannot shake the awful memory of a scene I never knew. Cannot stand the thought of you being used. I am consumed with awful hate, for myself, and for a man I will never kn...
Posted by effort. on Thu, 21 Jun 2007 08:45:00 PST |
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The city. I'm walking beneath an elevated train. I've green crepe paper, and spring flowers in my hand. The ground is wet. I see you, in white. You hardly take notice, stepping heavily on the asp...
Posted by effort. on Fri, 27 Apr 2007 04:00:00 PST |
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In here, it is incredibly quiet. Outside, on the very same bridge, we meet again. Our clandestine engagements play out in code. The stories we tell are doctored to protect the innocent. No. The st...
Posted by effort. on Fri, 20 Apr 2007 10:19:00 PST |
Domestic |
Suspended high above the cold churning water, a bridge begins and ends in 24 steps. At the edge of the river you can hear the water on the rocks. Snow is driven into the water and onto the street. ...
Posted by effort. on Sun, 08 Apr 2007 08:13:00 PST |
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It's April fifth. There is snow everywhere and it is 24 degrees farenheit. In this storm, both of us are freezing. There is nothing but silence. It billows out of our mouths, no smell, just warm we...
Posted by effort. on Fri, 06 Apr 2007 06:15:00 PST |
Domestic |
I named them all for you. And, through all of it, I just want to make something beautiful. Anything. Paint it however you want.
Posted by effort. on Thu, 29 Mar 2007 10:58:00 PST |
Domestic |
The wage of love is silence. The wage of labor is dread. In concert, they dance around me, strings vibrating in perpetuity. The struggle for security. Each is sacrificed on this alter.
Posted by effort. on Thu, 29 Mar 2007 06:52:00 PST |
Domestic |
In the desert I find my love, my disaster my terminus. Copper, turquoise, pale white sand. Innocence, and determination to steady my hand. Falling, falling, falling apart. Completely gone.
Posted by effort. on Thu, 08 Mar 2007 08:55:00 PST |
